Narcissist

Orli smiled; it was an amazing sight to see Legolas laugh. It made fee feel all warm inside.

Legolas had eaten two plates full of spaghetti and cleaned his mouth while smiling.

Orli smiled at him, happy to see that Legolas enjoyed it so much and took the bowl of strawberries with cream.

Legolas looked at the bowl and decided he was going to like this too by the look of it.

Orli placed the bowl on the couch between the two of them.

Legolas looked longingly and with much desire at the bowl, like a kid that was about to unwrap a present, but then, from Orli’s point of view, at least ten times cuter.

Orli smiled and dipped a strawberry in the cream and was about to feed it to Legolas when he realized that such an action might be taken in the wrong way and the last thing he wanted was to lose Legolas, to drive him away. He thought it over and at last decided to do it anyway. He moved the cream-covered strawberry to Legolas’ mouth and waited, his heart beating rapidly.

Legolas looked up at Orli through his thick lashes and then at the strawberry and leaned a bit forward and took the strawberry in his mouth; first taking off the cream and then bit off the strawberry to the top and chewed.

Orli got chills down his spine, it looked so erotic; how he wished to just kiss him, to have him. He knew he was in love now; he already knew earlier but didn’t want to admit it to himself. Now he finally had admit it to himself and got to the next problem…How was he going to admit it to Legolas?

Legolas looked at Orli and whispered “I’m happy I have met you, you’re so nice to me.”

Orli smiled and said, “Same goes for me” and moved a lock of hair out off Legolas’ face behind his ear.

Legolas loved those simple touches, though he thought they were nothing more than that.

Orli looked at him, deciding it was now or never. He said the words but no sounds came out and he looked down, thinking it over once again thinking to himself, /Oh great, now you’re gonna chicken out, he’ll never want you, you’re a coward/.

Legolas looked at the bowl and decided to return the favour and took a strawberry and fed it to Orli.

Orli ate it and smiled. Perhaps there was a slight chance Legolas was interested after all.

Legolas looked at Orli, warm blue eyes meeting Orli’s chocolate brown ones. He looked at Orli for a while and put the bowl on the table.

Orli arched a brow and was confused; he opened his mouth to ask but was silenced by a finger that was laid on his lips. He looked up in absolute surprise and saw Legolas had d cld closer to him.

Legolas was only inches away from Orli’s face; he could feel the warm breath of him in his face and smiled. This was what he wanted…how it should be.

Orli moved a hand up to connect it with Legolas’ cheek and softly caressed it.

Legolas smiled warmly at him. The touch made him feel good…loved.

Orli kept moving his hand over Legolas’ cheek; his skin felt so soft…like silk.

Legolas leaned further into the touch and pressed a tender kiss to Orli’s lips. He did no longer care if Orli returned the feelings; sure…he didn’t want to lose Orli, but just had to kiss him.

Orli was startled…what was happening. He didn’t expect Legolas to have more than friendly feelings for him but that Legolas would be the one to admit it was something he could only have dreamt of a few minutes ago.

Legolas noticed Orli didn’t return the and and immediately stopped, pulling back, he said “I...I...I’m sor…”

Before Legolas was able to finish the sentence Orli had seized his lips in a demanding but sweet kiss.

Legolas could feel Orli’s tongue flickering over his lips, pleading for entrance. Their eyes locked together and the connection didn’t break. When Legolas parted his lips, allowing Orli to enter his mouth, Orli took the chance right away and explored every inch of Legolas’ mouth.

A soft groan was sounded from Legolas, who had started to explore Orli’s mouth as well.

After a while both were lost in the kiss, massaging each other’s tongues with their own. Hands travelling, exploring their bodies.

Finally they broke the kiss due to lack of air.